"Pillar, how's it going? It's useful, right? From now on, just let the guards push you wherever you want to go!"
Shuozhou City.
Zhao Muyun, along with his guard Li Si and others, carried a wheelchair he had made himself and delivered it to Wang Tiezhu's residence.
And asked Wang Tiezhu to come up and try it out on the spot.
Wang Tiezhu was very curious and followed Zhao Muyun's instructions, turning his wheelchair back and forth in the yard to try out this new method.
Soon, he could move freely on flat ground without the need for guards to push him, but he still needed someone to help carry him when he encountered stairs.
"Boss Zhao, it's a pity that I can't accompany you to fight in the battlefield anymore."
It turned out that after Wang Tiezhu was brought back to Jincheng in exchange for a hostage from Hou Zongmin at Shaohukou in Liuli Mountain, Zhao Muyun discovered that Wang Tiezhu's tendons had been cut.
After simple treatment in Jincheng, he was sent back to Shuozhou. Ma Bao and Doctor Liu tried to save him, but they were unable to do so.
Wang Tiezhu lost the ability to move his legs. He was depressed, his eyes were dull, and he wanted to stop living. Even his wife Cuihua was unable to comfort him.
During this period, Han Zhong and others who were studying in a military training class came to visit him and give him encouragement.
Miss Bingbing and the people from Yebushou also came to visit.
Wang Tiezhu's mental state improved slightly until Zhao Muyun came back from Xiazhou and brought him this wheelchair.
This wheelchair was drawn by Zhao Muyun himself and given to Lu Zhizi to make overnight.
"From now on, you will be in charge of Yebushou. You don't need to go into battle to kill the enemy. You can just sit at the center."
Zhao Muyun waved his hand to let the guards push the door open, and he pushed Wang Tiezhu and walked slowly in the yard.
"Boss Zhao, is it really okay for me to be like this?" Wang Tiezhu was still a little nervous.
"If I say it's okay, then you can do it! Gathering intelligence, infiltrating and assassinating, why do you need to do it yourself? Just use your brain and command them."
Zhao Muyun said without hesitation, "Captain Wang, when can you start your post?"
"Ye Bushou's training is about to end. Do you want to meet your men?"
"Yes! I can go right now!"
Wang Tiezhu was deeply moved to see that Zhao Muyun did not despise his disabled legs at all, and even thoughtfully prepared a wheelchair for him so that he could continue to be in charge of Yebushou.
If other soldiers had a disability, they would have been discharged and returned home to fend for themselves.
"Okay! Sister Cuihua, clean up Zhuzi first and put him in his most handsome clothes. We're going to the graduation ceremony now."
"Brother Zhao, I'll take Zhuzi there now!" Cuihua agreed.
Zhao Muyun, Li Si and others were waiting in the yard.
......
Half an hour later.
Zhao Muyun pushed Wang Tiezhu to the outside of Yebushou's graduation hall.
These bad guys were all selected and recruited by Wang Tiezhu himself.
It turned out that there were 100 of them. In order to assassinate Hou Zongmin, the rebel general of Xiazhou, Wang Tiezhu picked out 10 elites from them to go with him.
But he failed miserably, all ten elites were killed, and even he himself was captured.
The remaining ninety people have been receiving training in Shuozhou City for the past month.
What they learned was the scout manual that Zhao Muyun took the time to compile together with Tang Yanhai, Wang Tiezhu and others, as well as various training subjects for advanced scouts.
Combined with Han Zhong's experience in training troops, the training course was finally formed.
Han Zhong currently has a group of full-time officers under his command who can specialize in training.
Of course, they were also taught by Zhao Muyun personally.
“Congratulations to all colleagues for completing a month of study and training with excellent results.”
Miss Bingbing's clear voice echoed in the hall.
Her identity is kept secret except to a few people.
Many people even only know that Miss Bingbing plays the pipa very well, but they don’t know that she is the captain of the Yebushou Yehu group, and the daughter of Fan Nan, the former assistant minister of the Ministry of War.
She glanced outside and saw the figures of Zhao Muyun and Wang Tiezhu. She immediately became excited: "Everyone, Lord Zhao and our Boss Wang are here too. Let's welcome them with warm applause!"
The method of clapping has become a tradition in Zhao Muyun's army since he started training his group of brothers at the Yanqingdun Beacon Tower.
Hearing that Zhao Muyun and Wang Tiezhu were just outside, ninety students in the solemn hall, dressed in uniform dark clothes and with a strong aura, all focused their eyes on the door.
When Wang Tiezhu was seen being pushed in by Zhao Muyun on a wooden chair with wheels that he had never seen before, a complex atmosphere instantly filled the air.
There was surprise, confusion, and even more concern and a hint of heaviness that were difficult to conceal.
They all knew what happened to Wang Tiezhu after he was captured, and they also knew what this "Boss Wang" who personally recruited them and was supposed to lead them experienced.
Wang Tiezhu straightened his back and tried hard to suppress the waves in his heart caused by everyone's gaze.
He was wearing the black captain's uniform that Cuihua had carefully washed for him.
Although his face was still pale from the injury, his eyes, as he scanned the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the field, had rekindled the sharpness and calmness of his former life as the leader of the Night Warriors.
The slight sound of the wheelchair rolling over the bluestone slabs was particularly clear in the silent hall.
Zhao Muyun pushed him in front of the crowd, and Miss Bingbing immediately returned to the team and stood at the front.
"Salute Lord Zhao and Captain Wang!"
“Swish!”
The ninety people moved in unison, placed their right hands on their chests, and bowed to salute. Their movements were crisp and clear, with the iron-blooded aura unique to soldiers.
The voice was loud and clear: "Greetings to Lord Zhao, and to Captain Wang!"
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